"Thank you," she says. Quietly. Honestly. Grateful, the words are as she breathes them out, and a line of tension leaves her shoulders. Just a line; she's still wound up and tense. But he's calming to be around, and this... this helps. This is good and nice, a balm against the hurts the demon caused.

I know you, Trevelyan, it had hissed as it took her form but giant, cast in black with glowing eyes. As they sought to fight it.

"I never really understood the urge to get drunk after battle before now. Not the serious, I need to forget for a while type of thing."